[Round 1: Madflex]
Lush hit me to pass the torch like a non smoker
Here's calm closure, I'm the dude who sends garbage to composters
This battle is cause your win streak is mince meat I felt like pissing...all over
Offer me a word of thanks, I put you here
I didn't come to trust fall into your suburban gang
You in the Bay, Curb Your Enthusiasm or get sent to the curb to plank
You and Flex squabble you running red with a neck wobble like Merton Hanks
Fuck a John Cena before pic
Me and him? We was cool before this, that's been changed
Don't rinse face where I keep corpses
If this battle is not judged on shitty multi fads and High School Musical swag then he forfeits
You've worn, chicken scratch cursive shirts your last four fits
On a scale of 1 to 10 when it comes to you then 4 fits
Call in reinforcements
Drop any Mac Dre or Heiro reference you can Google to sway this crowd I'm calling horseshit
I steal on you it's still on you horseshoes when a horse kick
Blood disfigure you're formless til the floor slick
I'ma multi like you...{clears throat}...no I won't I'd force it
Fuck a no name take this live action role play to your fortress in the forest
You don't win today
Shit call me out, shit me early, Duke game
Stay on point, I will make Bobby, Hurley
Will I beat Psycoses?
For fuck sake is Dolly curvy?
I brought a gurney, spit just this round and sit down you would not be worth me
One hard hit, Psycoses seeing darkness like Charlie Murphy
This ass whooping, let's stop it...early
[Round 1: Psycoses]
It's Battle Of The Bay 6
And I've been waiting patiently to beset it
This kind of an event and they gave me Flex to behead
And although he's a friend I know it's time to grind
Cause there's no button in life you can push for a reset
Well, fuck it
Since it's Grind Time I guess that means I need to be Drect
That gun, got a reflex that'll read Flex and reflects the depression he gets
When he flex? See less in his deflects reflection
So pretty much anything in his defense that he says with each breath at me just beat left
So in other words it deflects
I'm trying to see how far I can stretch Flex ability
Until the bars stiffen up in Flex ability
Stretch out, flexibility, stiffen up, inflexibility I'll bring it back in the third round in case y'all ain't feeling me
So if you thought I blew my load prematurely then you've been fucked since the match was set
My battle career's just getting started I haven't climaxed it yet
But you think the tables turned and you're spinning back but you've already passed your best
So I'll leave you back spinning when I turn tables cause you're not the real Funkmaster Flex
Sick of this kid, I get sick of this living when this clip is in
I'm hitting this kid and split him as quick as the dividend
They ask me how I feel about killing kids
Not guilty like Zimmerman so in a sense I get an inner sense of innocence
I was hitting your bitch from the beginning of winter
Hidden I've been in her since
We don't have to bring in Hoffa faggot you can do the Math
You ain't got bars like that
You're gonna have to live with this the rest of your life like herpes
You get close to the action but never fight for yourself; Irv Dean
Now he's just a bitch rapper getting fucked on cam'; Germ Free
Faggot, you can't handle these bars
Someone tell Chilla Jones his opponent ain't the only Deadman on this card
You know what? He's afraid to fight he won't throw knucks
He's afraid to get Aktive so he acts Cocky and won't show up
[Round 2: Madflex]
You got a lot of energy to match, good
I went into this shit with high stress
Think wild west at high noon
Fucking tumbleweed blows by
Feels like someone could die soon
Type of stress that excites you, all boss tycoons
Battles that spark a fight moods
That round you spit...am I in the fucking right room?
If there's a Prove Yourself nearby, you're lost and someone here can drive you
Psychotic delusions misguide you
You are depressed off your meds or you've been lied to
You fruity, you the food that my food eats
No way I take a standing [?] from Channing Tatum, dude please
Between you and me is authenticity, missing when you speaking
My roots in the shit deeper than a 2002 movie
But let's pretend you fit in
I heard Aspect said you winning
That's forgiven cause that's two events that motherfucker tripping
Youngin listen
This next submission fit with the constriction of neck submissions
I'll stand here since it's your fantasy to be in Flex position
Now you're psychotic
Why the fuck you calm now that you close to me?
What's ironic is both sides, I'm staring at a nobody
You a slow study, hold it down and head back like your nose bloody
I can quote buddy to take away your credit like you owe money
I swear you said this shit
"A retired flow is all I see in your (senior) citizen"
Shit Bobby that's real as hell
You're known for occasional gun bar use one to kill yourself
What are we still talking for?
I will excel you've lost the war
I don't care you got more white contacts than Hopsin's worn
This shit will put an end to your fucking streak like boxer shorts
That's a quadruple entente
Youtube rewind, I hope you caught all four
Now check it out MC endomorphing act like y'all not bored
You feel me?
[Round 2: Psycoses]
So, he quoted one of my lines from my last battle
Ow, who knew?
Well that's okay cause I got a quote from you too
You said in your battle with Sindro
"You want a hood pass but the hood pass, dude trust me
You won't slump me, one swing and I can teach you how to Dougie"

[Madflex]
That's dope

[Psycoses]
Are you fucking serious?
You think he's Raw like Eddie Murphy but from the first time he stands up he's clearly Delirious?
You probably think it's cool to say some shit like
"I'll leave you with a stanky leg, you'll get one of your knees clipped
All gold everything on the side of the piece sit
I'm different, so I'm coming for those 2 Chainz
You better find the police quick
Or you're sure to die when the bullets Fly Like A G6"
Yoooou are a fucking fag and a damn actor
And since you have swag references and your rap's plastered
I'll dead this kid and spin his cap backwards
And leave his body in the closet like swag rappers
You're A Jerk (I know), you can't spit bars like that and think it's truly just fine
Cause your bars are all ass and nothing else; Looney Divine
And the reason why these veterans diss you and the rest will forget you
Is because your set ups to punches take forever to get to
But you're Madflex so I guess stretching a scheme is never an issue
See charismatic performance is all you have
But me? I got freestyles, rebuttals, multis, wordplay with bars stacked in schemes
So you'll get Jones'd if you act Serius in this match with me
Cause my punches shut shit down like Summer Madness 3

[Round 3: Madflex]
You taking up worthless space with this bullshit game of your charades
The truth is, that I don't really think that you're to blame
I think the upper class did it, it's bad business
Don't dabble in the role of a rap gimmick if you come from a town with the word "Ranch" in it
Man Bobby here, real familiar with them land limits
Boy I'm from Pittsburgh don't question, that's Mob Figaz and Jacka home
You? Raised in tall wilderness with dogs sniffing for jackalopes
It's havoc on them ranches, all tuna fish not ludicrous
Sheep throwing up gang signs with they hooves and shit
C'mon Bobby, his nickname is "Cool Ranch" never half stepping
Rocking his dad's Stetson, put that shit on everything...like ranch dressing
Look Bobby, this ain't a rivalry
This shit contrived, over hyped, I barely even know this guy
I give a fuck you in the Cobra Ky
Say shit? I put this frame kick into overdrive
Step up you get decked like a no comply
Tell Psycoses my emotion immobilize
Rhymes
You 'bout to see Paul Blart's cadaver squirt
You will get massacred
Get the big picture, click the [?] I will beat your ass until your "Fuck You" shirt is backwards

{chokes and starts freestyling}
Quick spit what I might say, some shit
Maybe if I busted on your head with your umpire fucking look I might create a baby
For somebody, fuck it I'm spitting, shitting
Kick your ass and your fucking second face
And then I'll send 'em to replace a motherfucking...
{Malathion calls time}

[Round 3: Psycoses]
Now at this point in the battle I'm feeling a little provoked
We had a month to prepare for this and you fucking choked
Well now let's talk about why you suck
It's because you don't rap at all
You have no tracks on Bandcamp or numbers on soundscan to draw
You just battle mid tier opponents for no cash at all
Your battle career's a train wreck and that's your flaw
Wait a minute...that wasn't a choke I just had to pause
Cause this is the first time I've seen a train wreck without tracks involved
And that's why in the industry you'll be tied in a contract
But I'll stretch the sin in him for Flex
Tie, contract, stretch, synonyms for "flex"
To him I'm a great friend a straight 10 that'll extend a helping hand to stiffen up the ant in him for Flex
Straighten, extend, stiffen up antonyms for "flex"
Do you understand who the fuck you went to war with yet?
Cause the poorest shit rapport within the metaphors you spit
Are an informative torturous course you ensure the kids are informed of what boredom is
I'll form a grip that'll contort your spinal cord from the form it's in
With the centrifugal force of an orbit spin
No reforce more horribly morbid than a sorta quip and a George Foreman fist
For the tip your organs just disordered him in storage bin as ornaments?
And if you're ever restored again and wanna bring war well then fuck it
A fricking mortar hits, I'm storming the shores of it
I'll even make a movie for the shit and narrate the story script
For thinking you're a Freeman like Morgan is
And when I hit him up for this battle he was like, "I don't know I think the card's locked in and it's all done
Maybe you can get a spot if you call Lush."
So what did I do? I called Lush
He was like, "Psycoses vs Madflex? Cali is active. It's all done."
Then I hit this bitch back up
I was like, "It's me and you on the card son."
He was still like, "I don' know we're both undefeated and on a roll" acting all shook and all starstruck
Bitch act like an MC stop whining and put your fucking bars up
Little homo fuck
Malathion, hold that mobile son I got eight bars left I'm almost done
So all that wordplay shit you got, won't amount to shit
Attention Youtubers you're gonna need to rewind the fuck outta this
This guy's been ducking so I'll leave him undercover and that's for dodging
Not even Chuck Clark would get you a new voicebox if you don't watch that tongue in your mouth
I'll rip your vocal cords out and that's for talking
Lush, this fraud you lent is fake, time for this cyclone to unwind cause that's a copy
I'll head towards him when I shoulder arms
Clip off ten then (tendon) that's a body
No; disguise, ducking, undercover, that's for dodging
Voice box, tongue in your mouth, vocal cords, that's for talking
Fraudulent, fake, cy-clone, that's a copy
Head, shoulder, arms, tendons that's a body!